Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.